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Vol. X BILLERICA, MASSACHUSETTS, NOVEMBER, 1928 No I

TABLE OF CONTENTS

LITERARY

SCHOOL SPIRIT Florence Martin ’30

THE PIECE OF OLD TAPESTRY Carol Tyler '30

THE CALL OF THE DREAMLAND FAIRIES Mary Lemay '32
FARMING AT SEA . Forrest Paradise ’29

WINTER Marion Alley ’29

WHILE SEEKING INSPIRATION Austra Upley ’30

STUDY IN HUMAN NATURE Mary O’Neill ’2*)

SORROW Rhodora Ruckle ’29

AUTUMN GYPSIES E*£jf

THE FEUD OF THE HILLS George Callum ’29

ROOK REPORTS

NOMADS OF THE NORTH Grace Reynolds '29

DAVID COP PER FI ELD William Knox '30

FLICKERS

SCHOOL NOTES

ATHLETIC NEWS

ALUMNI NEWS

JUNIOR HIGH

THE CONCORD RIVER
HALLOWEEN NIGHT
CAMPING WITHOUT A CLOCK
FALL

THE WHIP-POOR-WILL

Richard Morris
Joan Albertine
Shirley Rain
Milda Uple>
Francelia Matthews

TORCH IRE

SCHOOL SPIRIT

School Spirit is a feeling of good-
fellowship and co-operation that is so
often lacking in the modern High
School. It is greatly needed to bring
forth the best results in both academic
and character training and is a great
asset to any school in which it exists.

In athletics we may show our real
School Spirit, if not able to play on
the team, by at least attending all the
games; bv cheering the players on to
victory! By boosting the team; al-
ways. even it it isn’t quite tip to the
standard or isn’t the best team to be
found Also, we may help the athletic
association, in every way possible
whenever we are needed. In that way
aren’t we showing just as much School
Spirit as the fellow that makes the
touch-down and wins the game? We
aren’t probably praised as highly or
made as much of as the fellow that
won the game, but aren’t we giving
just as much of our time, doing just as
good work and supporting true School
Spirit as much as the athlete? A
school always has students of both
types and it takes both to make gen-
uine School Spirit. Don’t be discour-
aged. boys, if you’re not the hero of
the day, or the fellow that made the
touch-down in last week’s game. Be-
cause you may be doing just as much
good and be helping out the team
equally well in your own way.

School Spirit may also be strength-
ened in academic work. We say. “Oh.
how can I show School Spirit in this
way, when I’m not smart, and when I

can’t seem to understand everything
the teacher says?” Then, we get dis-
couraged and say. “Oh. what’s the
use!” Then the spirit begins to weak-
en and before we know what has hap-
pened, we haven’t the least bit of
School Spirit left and the outstanding
feeling of the school is one of lack of
interest in everything. But. we do
not necessarily have to help the spirit
of the school in this way. We may
co-operate with our teachers and help
them in every way possible to make it
easier for them to teach us. If we are
a help to them — instead of the hind-
rance that so many of us sometimes
delight in being. — and if we listen
attcntiveely t * » all they try to teach ns.
I’m sure that our marks will be much
higher than before and we will seem
to be. not the hopeless failures that we
once appeared, but smart, brilliant
scholars.

So. listen one! listen all! and take
heed to these words! and see if the
true spirit of good fellowship and co-
operation can’t be increased in this
school of ours.

Florence Martin ’30

THE PIECE OF OLD TAPESTRY

Jean had for a long time been look-
ing up at a large piece of tapestry
which hung on the wall.

“W ho is that lady in the red dress,
and the man ringing tiie bell. Han-
nah?”. she suddenly asked. Hannah,
the darky maid, knowing Jean well,
had expected the question and was

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readv with an answer.

“That tapes ! \ was yo* great-great-
great- gran l adders’. and he gib it to
vo* great-great-grand ladder, and he
gih it to vo great-grand ladder, and he
gih it to vo* (adder, and thar tis. As
t<>* the lady and man — Lausy ! I
don’ known who day is! Ask them
yo’self, Missy Jane.”

So Jane pulled her footstool nearer
to the fire a n< l gazed more intently at
the tapestry. It was a picture of the
old colony in Xew Amsterdam, a pic-
turesque farmyard, chickens wander-
ing at will, dowers everywhere, and a
low, thatched roofed house: at the
right of the house were wharves, and
an old windmill ; in the harbor were
two ships at anchor while gulls flew
overhead. There were two outstanding
figures in the picture: one, a man with
newspapers under his arms, ringing a
1 ell. the second. a young girl standing
at the farmyard gate.

Suddenly Jean leaned foreward —
fur wasn’t there a faint sound coming
from the tapestry? The hens had be-
gun to cackle softly among them-
selves; the messenger, for that is
what lean took him to he, began to
ring his bell: and then the girl herself
began to talk.

“Have vou brought me news < » f la-
ther. newsbov? It has been a long
time : the last 1 hitch ship lav in the
harbor, since I have heard from him.”

“Yes. mistress Wan Burgen, 1 have
news — much news. as he handed
her a paper and two letters, then
passed on to the next house. Katha-
rine looked over the letters, but set
them aside because she did not recog-
nize them as her father’s’. At the same
instant she picked up the paper: her
eyes widened with horror as the head-
line caught her eye.

“Man by name of Van Burgen found
wrestling in street with another man.
unknown, since he escaped; \ an Bur-
gen will be tried by jury October
fifteenth, and will probably be hanged.

“Father, father, father!” called
Katharine, and then fell to the ground.

W inter passed before another ship
from Holland came to New Amster-
dam, this time bringing more settlers.

The whole town was at the wharf to
meet the strangers. Katharine was
there watching, hoping, praying; but
no. her father had not come; he had
been hanged as the paper had said.

The next day a party was given for
the new colonists, but Katharine, the
magic light of parties was not there.

“Where is Katharine? Why didn’t
Katharine come? Is she ill."” Ques-
tions of this sort, passed from mouth
to mouth, caught the ear of a young
gentleman standing apart from the
rest He. too, had come in with the
new settlers and was not yet ac-
quainted.

“Who is this Katharine of whom
vou all speak he asked of a lady near
him.

“Whv, of course you must know her.
she is the best known girl of the col-
ony. Katharine Van Burgen.”

“Van Burgen!” The name struck
the man like a thunder bolt ; he start-
ed forward, began to speak, but chang-
ed his mind and became silent. The
lady with whom he was talking, not
noticing his strange movement, con-
tinued:

“Tomorrow 1 will take you with me
when I find out why she is not here
tonight.” With this satisfaction Fal-
ton turned away.

It was a bright sunny morning and
Katharine for a while forgot her sor-
row. and sang. She sang as the clock
struck nine and still sang as the same
clock struck ten. Then she stopped
when a knock was heard at the door.

“Good morning. Madam Solten.
How are the hens laying today?”
asked Katharine.

“Same as yesterday, Kathy, three
dozen this morning. Here are yours.
But. Kathy, why weren’t you at the
party last night?” Instantly Kathv
s< >bered.

“T couldn’t. Father wasn’t there.”

“Cheer up. girlie, I might have
known. I was going to bring John
Falton to see you this morning, but he
was out. and I could not find him.”

“I met him this morning at the
springs.” said Kathy, “and found that
he owns land just behind mine. He is
going to help me pick strawberries

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this morning for jam.”

“Making jam again?** Good! If you
need help, just call. Good luck, Kathy,*’
and Madam Solten departed.

Two months went by, during which
John and Katharine became more and
more friendly. One day in early spring
while the two were sitting together,
Falton sj>oke.

“Katharine, I have never told you
how I came to he here ; let me. now.
Two years ago. my father lay on his
bed with a high fever. He could not
live long, and knew it. It was with
great effort that he spoke to me.

“ ‘The top drawer, son. get it. Go!*
there was one other thing he said, but
it was so faint that I could not hear
plainly. However, it sounded like your
name, Kathy, it sounded like Van
Burgen. 1 believe he sent me to you
to live with you, to share with you
this land that was granted him on the
papers in the top drawer. Will you
come with me to live. Kathv?” Kathy
did not answer, but he knew.

Once again came a ship from Hol-
land. Once again the town met at the
wharves to greet the new comers.
One hundred men. women, and child-
ren, came down the gangplank, and
Kathy watched every one, still hoping,
still praying. The last to step on shore
was an old man : with long hair
streaming across his bent head, and
with trembling did he slowly descend
the plank. Once on shore he lifted his
head enough to gaze around him Sud-
denly Katharine leaned forward, gasp-
ed. and threw herself upon the old
man. calling, “Father, you have come!”

As night drew nigh, a family of three
sat around the fireplace of Katharine’s
and Falton ’s home; the first two,
Kathy and John themselves, and the
third Mr. Van Burgen.

“Tell us, father, how it happened.”

“I will, daughter. It was this way. I
was returning from market one even-
ing. when a man jumped at me. de-
manding the papers which included my
grant of land. W hen I would not give
them up, he began throwing me around,
and finally found them in my coat pock-
et. escaping just as the constables came
to the place. 1 was blamed for disor-

der on the street, and sent to prison. I
never found out what becavie of the
fellow who attacked me. but an on-
looker of the fight said his name was
Falton.”

“Falton!”, cried Kathy and John in
the same voice.

“Yes. that was the name.”

“But Falton was my father’s name
and is mine,*' said John.

“Yes, my boy. 1 know it is. Have
you any papers that might have been
your father’s?”

John went across the room and
pulled from an old cupboard a large
paper which he handed to Mr. Van
Burgen.

“Mine!”, was all the old man said.

At this point the tapestry figures
seemed to become cpiiet, and then were
silent altogether. The hens stopped
cackling and the messenger boy’s bell
stopped ringing. Jean herself had fal-
len asleep before the fire. Hannah,
seeing her thus, smiled, and said soft-
ly, “The tapestry lady is tellin* Jean
her story.”

Carol Tyler *30

THE CALL OF THE DREAMLAND
FAIRIES

Shadows of darkness swiftly falling.
Fairies of Dreamland sweetly’ calling:
The beautiful stars up in the skv
A moon that laughs above us high
Do not heed that wonderous call
Of the Dreamland Fairies to us all.

Mildred Lem ay *32

FARMING AT SEA

Is this fair, I ask you? Buddy and
I have been Medical Corps Supply
Mates on the U. S. S. Tourraine for
five vears, and they won’t advance our
rating at all : fellows who haven’t
been in the service half as long as we
have and who don’t know half as much
as we do have been rated wav above
us. You see it was like this:

Commander Lowe was “skipper” of
the Tourraine which carried the big-

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this morning for jam.”

“Making jam again?” Good! If you
need help, just call. Good luck, Kathy,”
and Madam Solten departed.

Two months went by, during which
John and Katharine became more and
more friendly. One day in early spring
while the two were sitting together,
Falton spoke.

“Katharine, I have never told you
how l came to be here; let me, now.
Two years ago, my father lay on his
bed with a high fever. He could not
live long, and knew it. It was with
great effort that he spoke to me.

“ ‘The top drawer, son, get it. Go!’
there was one other thing lie said, but
it was so faint that I could not hear
plainly. However, it sounded like vour
name, Kathy, it sounded like Van
Burgen. I believe he sent me to you
to live with you, to share with you
this land that was granted him on the
papers in the top drawer. Will you
come with me to live, Kathv?” Kathy
did not answer, but he knew.

Once again came a ship from Hol-
land. Once again the town met at the
wharves to greet the new comers.
One hundred men, women, and child-
ren, came down the gangplank, and
Kathy watched every one, still hoping,
still praying. The last to step on shore
was an old man; with long hair
streaming across his bent head, and
with trembling did he slowly descend
the plank. Once on shore he lifted his
head enough to ga/.e around him Sud-
denly Katharine leaned forward, gasp-
ed. and threw herself upon the old
man, calling, “Father, you have come!”

As night drew nigh, a family of three
sat around the fireplace of Katharine’s
and Falton’s home; the first two,
Kathy and John themselves, and the
third Mr. Van Burgen.

“Tell us, father, how it happened.”

“I will, daughter. It was this way. I
was returning from market one even-
ing, when a man jumped at me. de-
manding the papers which included my
grant of land. When I would not give
them up, he began throwing me around,
and finally found them in my coat pock-
et, escaping just as the constables came
to the place. I was blamed for disor-

der on the street, and sent to prison. I
never found out what became of the
fellow who attacked me, but an on-
looker of the fight said his name was
Falton.”

“Falton!”, cried Kathy and John in
the same voice.

“Yes, that was the name.”

“But Falton was my father's name
and is mine,” said John.

“Yes, my hoy, I know it is. Have
you any papers that might have been
your father’s?”

John went across the room and
pulled from an old cupboard a large
paper which he handed to Mr. Van
Burgen.

“Mine!”, was all the old man said.

At this point the tapestry figures
seemed to become quiet, and then were
silent altogether. The hens stopped
cackling and the messenger boy’s bell
stopped ringing. Jean herself had fal-
len asleep before the fire. Hannah,
seeing her thus, smiled, and said soft-
ly, “The tapestry lady is tellin' Jean
her story.”

Carol Tyler ’30

THE CALL OF THE DREAMLAND
FAIRIES

Shadows of darkness swiftly falling.
Fairies of Dreamland sweetly calling:
The beautiful stars up in the sky
A moon that laughs above us high
Do not heed that wonderous call
Of the Dreamland Fairies to us all.

Mildred Lemay *32

FARMING AT SEA

Is this fair, I ask you? Buddy and
I have been Medical Corps Supply
Mates on the U. S. S. Tourraine for
five years, and they won’t advance our
rating at all ; fellows who haven’t
been in the service half as long as we
have and who don’t know half as much
as we do have been rated way above
us. You see it was like this:

Commander Lowe was “skipper” of
the Tourraine which carried the big-

gest cargo of cockroaches in tlu* Navy.
And to cap it all. the Skipper had a
very vehement hatred of cockroaches.
Roaches were everywhere, especially
at night, the sailors all carried their
side-arms to bed with them for pro-
tection. It was nothing to find a fresh
cockroach in your dinner. The Skip-
per had this happen to hirne one morn-
ing.

The Skipper was just taking his cup
of coffee up when he noticed a cock-
roach floating around in it as big as a
battleship.

“Hey. Cookie, c’tn’cre. there’s a
cockroach in this coffee!!”, he yodeled.

Cookie sidled up cautiously and
looked into the cup critically ami said:

“That’s all shipshape, sir. he’s cjuite
dead.”

Poor Cookie got a week on bread
and water. The Skipper was all heated
up and conceived the idea of offering
two cents for every dead roach that
was brought to him.

W ell, do you know, it wasn’t long
before some of those sailors got real
flashy with money they were saving
up for shore leave. It wasn t long
before the cockroaches began to get
mighty few and far between.

Xow. as I sai<k Ibiddy and I were
Medical Corps Supply Mates, which
means that we, and only we. had
charge of the medical supply storeroom.
Ruddy was Scotch, so you see it was
cjuite natural for him to think up some
wav of gaining money through cock-
roaches. 1 could see that he was try-
ing hard to think of something. One
dav he came to me with his face all
smiles and outlined his plan.

*l)*you no’ see, Jerry, just you an’
me are allowed into the supply room,
an’ that bein’ so. it you don’t blab,
mately. I can start a cockroach farm!”

“Oli. I see. you raise cockroaches
and sell them to the rest of the boys
for — say a cent apiece and they can
bring them to the Skipper and get
two cents.”

“That’s just it. mately, and you
know how fast they multiply.”

So Ruddy got busy that day and
when I went into the supply room
about five bells, he was just picking up

his tools and such an array of pens!
For the next week Ruddy and 1 was
busy catching roaches; I was getting
a commission of a cent apiece for them.
In about a month Ruddy was open for
business; he had pens lor males, fe-
males. young ones. eggs, and the ones
that were for sale. We estimated
about 7.000 roaches in all. so that’s
how fast they multiplied. A word to
the wise was sufficient and business
began to boom right away.

In six months Ruddy had so much
money that he got a leave of absence
and left me in charge of his farm. He
told me he was going to the mountains
on a vacation and said that I could
have all the |>rofits of his farm while
he was away.

( )n board ship there was quarters ins-
pection by the ship’s officers every two
days, but they never inspected the sup-
ply room. So I just reaped the pro-
fits in day by day until one day Federal
Officers asked me for my keys to the
supply room because it was Federal
Inspection Day on our boat.

You can imagine that they found
about 5.000,000 assorted cockroaches
in our little farm and what happened
to us. They took me and put me in
the cooler and held me until they got
Ruddy, then they took us up to court
martial. The Skipper was mad enough
to eat us. but we hid behind the Fed-
eral Officers.

The court gave us six months in the
cooler and a mark on our record
which says that we could keep our
jobs as Medical Corps Supply Mates
on the Tourraine. but that we could
not receive any higher rating in the l\
S. Xavv. And believe me. they ins-
pected that supply room every week
after that.

Now. I ask you, is it square that I
should stay here in this supply room
and have to duck the Skipper every -
time 1 see him coming, just because
Ruddy is Scotch?

Forrest Paradise *29

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WINTER

Winter comes to northern lands
In gusts of wind and whirling snow;
From storm tossed seas to frozen
marsh

He reigns supreme with crystal breath
He flings from his arm his cloak of ice.
Where’er he steps the earth is white.
No flowers smile to greet the sun.
The world lies still ’neath the snowy
shroud.

Marion Alley ’29

WHILE SEEKING INSPIRATION

Somewhere, very softly a clock
struck seven. The sound, passing
through many closed doors, became
weaker and weaker, until it was scar-
cely louder than a whisper, when it
reached Clarence V ivien Sweet’s room.
Vet this faint noise falling on his deli-
cate nerves awoke him. He stretched
with disgust between his shell pink
silk sheets. Who ever heard of such
an eminent poet getting up at seven
o’clock. However, he knew he could
not fall asleep again once he awakened.
That was another peculiarity of his
nerve system. Therefore, thinking it
over he decided to get up and go into
the country to seek inspiration for his
next poem, flarence was still like the
old fashioned poets, who needed con-
genial surroundings to write their
masterpieces. He had not always been
a poet, neither had his name always
been Clarence Vivien Sweet. But can
you expect a poet to have the same
name as a truck driver?

With a muffled oath from the chauf-
feur, the car stopped in a little coun-
try road several miles from any main
highway.

“No gas/’ he announced tersely to
Clarence.

“Go get some.” replied that effemin-
ate young man just as laconically, for
he saw on the other side of the road a
field of daisies, white and fresh in the
early morning sunshine.

“Daisy, daisy pure and white,” he
talked to the flower in his hand, obli-
vious to the world.

“In your heart the bright sunlight/'
tenderly said aloud. “Cgle glub.” He
was suddenly brought back to earth
by a deluge.

“Pore feller.” drawled an old farmer,
“so young and takin* to fits, already.”
“Be you affected long this way, young
feller?”, he asked Clarence.

Inspiration retreated and innocent
anger in the poet’s mind.

“You. you, you !”. he gasped inco-
herently, pale of face and shaking
violently with passion. “You, you.
you !” was the extent of his vocabulary
at that moment.

“Pore feller, pore young feller.”
soothingly said the farmer as he picked
up his empty water pail and walked
away. “So young and his brain like a
scrambled egg.”

The daisies had lost their interest to
the wet young man. He turned his
back on them and proceeded into the
next field.

Oh! such soft grass, that beautiful
bobbing brppl, that — With a push
and a thump the returning inspiration
was knocked out of Mr. Sweet's mind.
Another harder bump helped him cover
three feet in the place of one. He
cast a startled glance over his shoulder
and broke into a wild run for the op-
posite wall. Clarence, the coming
champion sprinter, training by racing
an angry ram. The wall was near, but
not near enough. The animal caught
up to the frightened runner and
stopped himself by bumping into Clar-
ence Vivien. The ram stopped but the
poet flew. In his mad flight he caught
a branch of a convenient tree to stop
himself, the bough broke and he fell
on the branch which he still clutched.
But there was a soft grey, huzzy ball
on it which Clarence hadn’t noticed.

“Thank goodness 1 fell in this nice
soft grass, under this beautiful tree.
Who knows, if I stay here long enough
I might compose a masterpiece,” he
rejoiced.

He wasn’t destined to stay there
long. One quick needle like stab fol-
lowed by about a million others, quick-
ly convinced him that this was no
resting place. He jumped to his feet
and ran from the murderously inclined

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insects who followed him as closely as
if lie had been their rich uncle.

Water glistened in a hallow and into
this plunged the now very lumpy per-
son. The water in the pool, which
really was a large mud puddle, was
nowhere deeper than a foot.

Clarence resting his poor knobby
head on a rock stretched out in the
water. He put a mud pack on his face
to stop the pain. The mud on the bot-
tom was such n nice soft . cool, black
stick\ kind and it felt so good to the
many bumps, from the hornet slings,
that Clarence could have lain there
forever! so comlortable did he feel
after his harrowing experiences.

He was startled by a grunt
near 1 is ear. Turning his head he be-
held the dirtiest specimen of hog he
had ever seen. Immediately, the pool
lost ils attractiveness. So it really was
a pig wall >w. Wising wearily he left
it. That was the last straw.

Never again did Clarence compose
poems by laughing brooks, and whisp-
ering trees, lie made them up while
sitting in an easy chair at home.

Austra Cpley ’30

A STCDV IN III’ MAN NATURE

It was an ordinary enough scene -
a few newspaper reporters, a clerk of
the court, a judge, witness or two, few
spectators, and the sergeant of the
police. — yet in that courtroom there
was everything for a scene from one
of life’s most pitiable dramas.

After carefully clearing his throat
the judge started ofT the drama by
giving his speech “Case two: Mary
Collum Malone vs. Jerry Malone.
Mrs. Malone, please take the stand.”

A pitiable figure dressed in a shabby
black shirt walked slowly to the front
of the court room. Her eyes were red
from weeping, wisps of crisp white
hair strayed from beneath her tiny
black hat ; her feet were clad in shab-
by. shapeless, black buttoned shoes:
and her hands were covered with soiled
white gloves. In a quavering voice
this poor soul told her heart-breaking
story.

“June 9. 1 ( X)9. Jerry Malone and me
were married in St. Haul’s church.
Jerry didn’t have much money — but,
sure we were young and happy and
we didn’t mind that at all.

“But after we were married five
Years, Jerry took down with pneumo-
nia. and sure with doctor’s bills and
the like, I went and got a job as house-
keeper for the Parkers. The money I
earned paid the bills and soon Jerry
was on his feet and able to work. But
the five dollars 1 got a week helped
out so, that I decided to keep on work-
ing and I dicl work — worked for ten
years.

“We didn't see much of each other
except evenings, but every Saturday
night we went to the Bank and put in
half our pay. The money in the bank
grew until we had a good tidy sum.
Then we decided to buy one of the new
cottages down on the Lac du Glor. I
could then stop working, and we’d live
there in our own little place.

“We bought the house, and a right
smart cottage it was. too.

“But somehow, your honor, things
weren’t going as they should: — Jerry
didn’t get home till late, and he was
changing. He was no longer the hap-
py — go — lucky Jerry I had married,
but rather a surly, ill natured sort of
a chap. The amount of money he gave
me each week grew smaller and small-
er, and sometimes — very recently,
this was — no pay at all.

“Then one day I got a letter which
said that if the mortgage wasn’t paid
within the next six weeks, we would
find ourselves without a home I

couldn’t understand it. we had paid for
the house — sure! There must be
some mistake !

“But that afternoon while going
over the papers and documents of the
house. 1 found a note written in a wo-
man’s hand, and it said something
about thanking her dear Jerrums for
the sparkler which was envied by all
the gang.

(Signed) His Lillums”

“That’s a lie. and you know it!
What would 1 want with women?”,
cried a frenzied man, who up to this
time, had been nervously tapping the

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THE TORCH

floor while watching’ Ins wife with
squinting eyes. You see. this was Jer-
ry.

“Wait a minute, you skunk, you —
you demon! What do you think this
is? W hat’s your game? (let lip there
and tell vour story straight nr I’ll tell
it for you “shrieked a young girl, her
hard boiled eyes blazing with genuine
anger.

“Well, of all the dirty tricks to play
on anyone — borrowing money to
take me sporting! And you were go-
ing to be a juror today! Ha! Ha!
You look very much like a juror. You
— you dirty weasel, you were the
bachelor real estate man. owning all
the cottages on Lac du (ilar! (iet — ”

“Order, order!” shouted the judge,
sufficiently recovered from his aston-
ishment to interrupt the avalanche of
this girl’s angry out burst. “1 think
sufficient evidence has been given.
Mrs. Malone is granted a divorce on
grounds of lack of fidelity. Mr. Malone
is ordered to pay $50 per week to Mrs.
Malone until the mortgage on the
house is cleared — then he must pay
her but $30 per week.”

“Next case!”

And s« > the 1 aw went on its way.
seemingly unaware of the melo drama
it had left in its wake.

Mary O’Xeill ’29

SORROW'

Soft, southing notes from the organ
Sift through the hushed silence.

Xow a sad, sad sob

Rushes it self from the soul of a mourner.
We all sit in a sympathetic silence
In honor of those who weep.

The minister’s consoling words
Sink deep into our hearts.

And our minds for a moment
To wonder how long it will be
Re fore w e lie cold
W hile others weep for us.

Again the solemn notes from the organ

Rlend sympathy with sorrow

As we turn out into the world again

Rhodora Buckle ’2 1 *

AlTl’MX (*Y ESI ES

Murmuring, rustling.

Whispering, bustling.

Reel and yellow, orange brown:
rumbling, sprawling.

Racing, falling.

Sunset colors floating down:

When the wind blow s from the Xort! -
west.

Swaying sumaches (laming reddest,
I’ossing tree* ops. never at rest.

Then you whirl in parties gav ;

I .anghing, dancing.

Skipping, prancing.

Hiding underneath the eaves;
Caught! no. never!

Free forever!

Oh! you gypsie autumn leaves!

Carolyn Tyler M)

A FELT) OF THE HILLS

In a beautiful, secluded valley, far
lroin the hurry and tense atmosphere
ol so called civilized towns, where the
birds sang sweet lv and fearlessly, and
the skv was a pure blue, untainted with
factory smoke, a voting man stole
quietly through the verdant wood He
was a clean cut. athletic looking fel-
low. with tanned, even, features, eves
blue and clear, and with a bearing
that might give one the impression
that he belonged here, in the moun-
tains He was clothed in a pair of
riding lireeches. high top hoots, and a
lumberjack’s checkered shirt, lie cut
a romantic looking figure as he strode
so lithely through the brush.

The sky was even bluer to him, and
the music of the birds sweeter, for he
was in love, and the thoughts of his
Eve obsessed him at all times. His
heart sang with joy. for he knew that
''lie was waiting — waiting for him.

Blit underneath the exultation of
his soul, which is love, there seemed
to he something which troubled him.
And without wonder — for his was a
secret love, and he did not like to steal
through the woods like a thief, keep-
ing his love hidden as if it were an
ugly thing. Rut it had to be so, tor

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11

there existed between his family, and
that of his sweetheart Eve’s, an old
feud, started from a half forgotten in-
cident. some generation* before.

He had told his father that he was
going on the ridge to watch the sun-
set: and so lie was. but not alone. He
was going t < > see Eve. which explained
his eagerness, and the llush on his
brow. They met frequently on the
top of the ridge that separated Eve’s
homestead from John s, and. to ar-
range their trysts, they had found a
crevice between two rocks into which
they put messages for each other.

John was nearing the top of Urn
ridge, eagerly watching lor Eve, and
he saw her. waiting on a log.

“Hello. John.” murmured Eve. ris-
ing and holding out Her hand.

A very beautiful girl, this Eve. with
curly blond hair, a linn, slightly
rounded chin, and teeth like pearls.
She was very graceful, and had the
same nndelmahie air that John had.
giving one the impression that she
was a woodland goddess or nymph.

“Eve!”, cried John. “It’s wonderful
to see you again!” a trifle breathless-
ly. for the climb was a long one. He
gazed at her enthralled, drinking in
her beauty, and she thrilled with plea-
sure at his too evident joy in seeing
her again.

“I won t he able to stay long, be-
cause Ered wonders where I go when
I come up here. It would be terrible
if he followed me!”

“Does your father ask your” — an-
xiously.

“\o. but he doesn’t like me to go
out when ! should he helping mother,
and I get frightened sometimes, for if
Pa found out he’d kill me!” whispered
Eve. And she seemed so small and
unprotected to John. He grew indig-
nant at the thought. Was she not his
and did she not love him.' I hen whv
was lie deprieved of his right to cheer-
ish and protect her?

“Eve, dear,” he cried. “What can we
do. I’ve got to see you even when I
don't see you for only two days I get
so awfully lonesome! (Ice. if we could
only get married now.”

John had forgotten himself in his

earnestness. This was a problem with
which he had wrestled for many days.
It obsessed his thought, and his
parents had noticed the change that
bad come over him in the last week,
his moodiness and abstractedness.

“Oh. John, you know that l would
do anything, if anything could be done,
but we must wait — someday we
will be happy,” she replied quietly to
his outburst. Yes. perhaps some day
they could he married. Hut is that a
consolation to a lover? Perhaps to
some, but not to John.

“Well, it's getting late, 1*11 have to
go soon,” said Eve resignedly.

“No! Stay! We’ve got to thrash
this thing out! We just can’t go on
this wav. 1 love you! I want to marry
you! Don’t you think that your Pa
would let us get married? (lee, lie has
nothing against me, has lie.'”

‘Well, you know how he hates all
the Trumbulls

“Yes. just because some fool of a
great grandfather had a light with one
of mine.” cried John.

“John — you mustn't talk that way

• “I don’t care — it's true, isn’t it?”

“Please don’t worry so much, you
know 1 love you. and some day every-
thing will he all right,” like a mother
to a child, comfortingly.”

“Yes — someday is right — it will
never be right unless I do something,
and I’m going to.”

Her pretty blue eyes widened at this,
and raising them to meet his. she
asked. “Well, what can you dor*”

He spoke softly, “I don't know
just go on loving you, I suppose.”
His hand closed over hcr’s and she
smuggled closer, drawing a breath of
contentment.

Tiny sat there for a while and list-
ened to the many sounds of the appro-
aching night, the twittering birds, and
the slight hum of insects among the
leaves, while there to the west the rim
of the sun peeped over a hazy blue
hill as if it were spying on the lovers.
What a wonderful world it all was,
and how calm and peaceful it all
seemed to John as he sat there with
Eve close to him. Yet behind this

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THE TORCH

feeling of contentment there loomed
some monstrous thing, like a bugaboo,
to steal Eve and his happiness from
him. He drew her nearer, and she
started, her re very interrupted, filled
with thoughts of duty, of her father,
and of suspicious Fred.

“I must go, it is late,” she mur-
mured wistfully, and drew away from
John.

“Yes, perhaps it is better, dear —
'cause something seems to tell me that
something is going to happen soon.”
John rose, still holding her hand, bent
low and kissed it. He stood upright
and his mouth straightened, as a de-
termined expression came over his
face, and said. “Tomorrow l*m going
to see your father, and tell him 1 want
to marry you. and if he does say no.
we will elope.”

“But you cannot! Why, he would
never give his consent. John. Think !
Isn't it better to wait a little while —
perhaps you could do something to
please him.”

“No, I shall tell my folks tonight,
and tomorrow Til visit your father.
It'll be better for us both, and some-
thing will happen anyway. If vour
father sees that we really care for
each other, he might relent.”

“Well, perhaps you are right.” Eve
agreed somewhat doubtfully, “But if
you do come, please come in the after-
noon, when Fred and mother are away
to the village, then we can both con-
front him together. His legs do not
bother him so much as they did, and he
says that he will walk soon, so it
would be better to do it now, while he
is feeling well. And John, 1 do hope
that by some miracle he says ves.”

The sun was now quite out of sight
and it was getting darker. The trees
made a gloomy background, and had a
depressing influence on both Eve and
John. Here and there in the sky stars
could be seen,, through the openings
of the trees, but they were not cheer-
flit stars, they glittered with a cold
paleful light, and Eve shivered.

“Come on. I'm going to walk down
with you as close as I dare go” said
John, throwing olT this feeling that
had so suddenly come over them both.

“Your father probably wonders what
has become of you.”

“But you will have farther to go!
And I can go alone just as well." Her
remonstrance was weak, for she did
not relish the walk down the gloomy
path alone.

It took but a minute for John to see
her home, and he even waited in the
obscurity of the trees outside of the
opening until he saw the gleam of
light caused by the door, and saw Eve
pass into the ramshackle house.

A picturesque place in the daytime
to be sure Eve’s home, but at night,
and this night particularly, it seemed
to afford little more shelter than did
the forbidding forest.

John turned swiftly and retraced his
steps. He knew that his revelation to
his parents would be trying and dif-
ficult. What would his father say!
And how queer it was that he had
lived such an ordinary uneventful life
until a few months ago, when it had
changed so suddenly to one of shame
and perplexity. No matter which
way he turned, it seemed a new barrier
sprang up to bar his way to happiness.
However, he would know tomorrow
just what we would do. Unless Eve’s
father gave his consent. John would
draw from the bank the tidy little sum
of money he had inherited, marry Eve
and buy a small farm somewhere. He
felt a thrill of alarm, stopped and
listened. He was now nearly at the
top of the ridge. Ah ! There it is
again! A snap of a breaking twig.
His keen ears caught the sound of rat-
tling stones — someone was coming
down the trail !

Who could it be? Eve's brother was
at the village, to a barn dance, it could
not be he. Was it his father, suspect-
ing that John had met Eve, and had
come to put an end to what John
knew his father would term foolish-
ness.*' He slipped behind a tree and
waited. The man came around a bend,
and his dark figure loomed up against
the starry sky for a moment, and then
was swallowed by the shadows of the
trees. No. he was not John's father,
he was too short and stocky.

He came nearer and passed so close

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to John that lie could have stretched
out his hand and touched him. John
smelled the reek of cheap liquor as the
man passed, and had a glimpse of his
vaguely familiar face. Ah! He knew
now who it was — one of a gang of
moonshiners who had their still near
Eve’s father’s land, and who had
caused so much trouble to him when
he had threatened to disclose their
hiding place to the agents. Could this
man’s presence here mean trouble to
Eve and her father? If the man was
drunk there was no telling what he
might do!

John waited until the fellow had
stumbled further down the trail, and
cautiously followed him. His thoughts
were in a turmoil. Perhaps this was
his chance to prove his worth to Eves
father, for this fellow seemed to men-
ace him and Eve too.

When John arrived at tile edge of
the clearing, he saw that the moon-
shiner was creeping towards one of
the windows, and the lamplight glinted
on something shiny that he held in his
hand. Was it a gun—? It must be!
He saw. as if in a dream, the fellow
take aim through the window and then
John waited no longer he dashed out
of the bushes behind which he had
hidden himself, and tried to cover the
some twenty yards separating them
in nothing flat. He nearly succeeded,
but not until after Red Hadley (for
that was who it was) had fired his
shot into the house and turned, start-
led. and emptied his revolver towards
John.

It was fortunate for John that Red’s
hand was unsteady from too much
drink, and that his befuddled brain was
slow in comprehending that he was
being attacked, for none of the bullets
struck John, who bent low, running
in a crouching position, as he heard
the whine of the bullets over his head.

Red waited the attack — his now
useless gun held clublike in his hand,
and as John rushed him in a sort of
football tackle, he swung viciously at
his head. The impact of John’s at-
tack forcibly threw Red against the
house, where he stood lor a moment,
stunned. John fell at his feet, for

T O R G H

Red’s blow had found its mark. To
Red’s now clearing mind came a
scheme. Here was a way that he could
shift the murder of Eve’s father on to
the shoulders of young John Trumbull.
He knew of the old feud between the
two families and he could drag John
into the house, tell Eve that he had
captured John after he had shot her
father, and take Eve on a fake errand
to get the sheriff. John would be
found there with the murdered man
and would be convicted of the crime.

Red immediately put into effect this
plan. He dragged John into the house,
and started to tell his story, but paused,
for everything was quiet. There lay
the old man, blood flowing out of a
wound in his head, and now forming
a small puddle on the rough hewn
board floor. He had fallen backwards,
chair and all. and lay sprawled between
the table and the stove. His ghastly
features seemed to smile, and his eyes
were closed. There in a corner was
Eve, a crumpled pitiable heap who
had fainted at seeing her father so
mysteriously knocked over, and hear-
ing the shots and sounds of battle out-
side.

Red wasted no time. 11c dropped
John like a bag of meal near the
window which he opened, making it
seem that John had entered through
it. He quickly tore up the room —
tipping over chairs, pots and pans —
to make it seem as if there had been a
fight.

He gathered Eve into his arms, and
paused — for he was taking a great
step. Still, with Eve out of the way
for two weeks or so — that would be
plenty of time for the suspicious of
the slow witted town officials of the
village to centre on John. \\ hen he
did release Eve, (if he did, he thought,
for as he looked at her he noted her
beauty, and the white curve of her
neck as she lay, unconscious, in his
arms) he would still have plenty of
time to make his gataway.

He gave a last look about the room,
and stumbled out with his burden,
leaving the door open.

Poor, John! Laying there so un-
concious of the approching danger in

14

T H K T O R C H

the form of Fred, returning from the
barn dance.

He moved his head and groaned, for
he had been hit hard. Hundreds of
hammers seemed pounding away in-
side of his head and his limbs felt like
leaden weights as he slowly regained
consciousness.

He opened his eyes, looking uncom-
prehendingly at the littered room and
Eve's father lying apparently dead
with a puddle of blood at his head.
Then he remembered! Red aiming a
gun through the window. — his own
mad dash towards Red, a vain attempt
to avert the tragedy.

Realities were filtering through his
pain orcked brain.

Then the murderer must have es-
caped ?

And how came he here?

lie raised himself to his tottering
legs and stumbled across the room.
Good fiod! The old man was dead!
He knelt dazedly at his *ide and put
his ear to the old man’s chest, listen-
ing for the heart beats. Xo, he was
only wounded, he could hear his heart
beating.

Hut where was Eve? “Eve — Eve”
he cried in a choked voice, (jod! it
only he could think straight!

He heard a gasp of horror at the
doorway, and looking there, saw bred,
a husky, young fellow, a typical Ken-
tuckian mountaineer. hi> mouth wide
open in amazement. His eyes passed
from the wounded man. seemingly
dead, to John, still dazed, who asked
in a weak voice “Where’s Ever”

A murderous glitter came to Fred’s
eyes as he slowly grasped the situa-
tion — “Where’s Eve."” he mocked.
“You damned filthy murderer!” He
grasped the axe that stood by the
doorway, and advanced toward John —
his intentions written over his malevo-
lent features and narrowing eyes.

(To be continued )

NOMADS OF Till? NORTH

Hy James Oliver Cur wood

The particular year in which the
story takes place is not given but m
the opening chapter I find that the
story begins in the month of March.
Xeewa. the bear-cub. and Miki. the
pup, began their friendship in a wild
battle at opposite ends of a leash to
which they had been tied by their
master, a Hudson Hay Co. trader.
Not long after this they became sepa-
rated from him. and so. as inseparable
friends, faced together the problems
and hardships, the joys and sorrows ol
animal life in the northern wilderness.

It was not until they were a grown-
up bear and grown-up dog. that they
found their master, and brought to
him the girl he loved.

Throughout the story these two
faithful, half-w ild. intensely human
creatures of the north are made real
to us as the man and the woman, and
we catch something of the author’s
sympathetic understanding of animal
and human nature.

Just as the sun was setting a man
on his hands and knees was examining
a damp patch of land. His sleeves
were rolled up. showing his biown
arms half way up to the shoulder:
he wore no hat, s«» that the breeze
ruffled a ragged head of blond hair
that, for a matter of eight or nine
months, had been cut with a hunting
knife. The name of the man of this
description was Challoner. He was a
lover of animals, very sincere, kind-
hearted. and faithful.

Xeewa was a little, round, lat. rolly-
polly black bear cub. He took the part
as a companion to Miki, the dog of

T H E TORCH

15

Clialloner.

Mike was one of the homeliest and
vet one of tin* most companionable
looking | :ii | »s ever born of a Mackenzie
hound father, and a mother, bait Aire-
dale and ball Spitz. His tail was long
and lean with a knot at every joint :
bis paws, like and over grown boy's
feet, looked like small boxing gloves:
bis bead was three si /<"> too big lor his
bodw and be was missing half of one
ear. Miki really played the part ok
the ben * in the story.

Nanette stood with shining black
eyes. Hush cheeks, and her big shining
braid fell over her shoulder, glistening
with a velvet v lire in the light which
came through the window. Nanette
was all that was pure and beautiful in
motherhood: an angel of mercy. She
had main hardships but in the end was
rewarded by getting Clialloner as a
husband.

This story was filled with tragic in-
cidents and keep me interested right
through to the end. I think because of
Cur wood's being an out-of-door man.
a man who loves nature and the wild-
erness. who lives the thrilling adven-
tures of his novels before he begins to
write them, is he makes his stories
seem so red and exciting. He uses
mnnv vivid discript ions, not long, not
dry but short, funny, and interesting.
The descriptions are so well planned
that volt can see the pictures as von
read them. On the whole. 1 think 1
have had as much pleasure in reading
this book as from any other I have
read.

( » race Reynolds '29

CRITISC1SM OF DAVID COPPER-
FIELD

Ry Charles Dickens

This interesting book is the biogra-
phy of David Copperfield. It not only
gives his actions but the very passions
that swayed his life: his very thoughts.

Very early in his life he was left
an orphan to be jostled about by the
world. After leading a brave existence
in the city of London, he decides to
set out to see hL aunt, who kindly
takes him under her protection. Soon
we find him studying hard. It is at
this time that he meets Agnes, the
guiding star of his life. He works
diligently to become a lawyer, but.
instead, becomes an author of a rising
reputation. He marries Dova! She
was sweet but frail and at length her
tender life is snuffed out. David wan-
ders all over Europe, not knowing
what to do : but Agnes praises him, and
by the pureness of her character ins-
pires him. He marries Agnes and we
leave them very happy in their dom-
estic life.

The book has many minor plots, and
is filled with vivid descriptions of
people, in which I think the author's
best work lies. He describes a rough
seaman equally as well all the beauti-
ful Agnes, whose sweet spirit and in-
lluence radiates through the book.

The reader is made a friend of the
characters in the hook, especially,
David Copperfield. The author's choice
of words is very good and it is written
in an interesting manner .

William Knox *30

16

T H K T O R C H

Bud Fermoylc is the Solomon of the
C hemistry Class.

w! ‘.ether the ceiling in Room 5 in the
Junior High was waterproof?

The Freshmen are growing smaller
each year. Can it be that their brains
are getting larger?

It’s about time the chairs in the
Library got pensioned.

The departure of Miss Precious
must have left an aching void in some
of the manly hearts in the Howe High.

A new excuse has appeared in
Knglish III — “I lost it.”

Some people have cpieer ideas of
music judging from the squeaks in
Latin 1 1 1.

"I guess I’ve lost another pupil”
said the professor as bis glass eve
rolled down the sink.

Many people in the Howe High
question Helen Wills’ supremacy in
Tennis judging from the interest evin-
ced in the Tennis Tournament.

The would-be chemists in Chemistry
are busy preparing many powerful
odors. They must have strong lungs
to stand them.

The budding authors in Knglish III
have proved that it isn’t always in
springtime that their fancies turn to
love.

There are some remarkable shots in
Chemistry.

The Howe High must take after the
Sioux Indians judging from the num-
ber of hot dogs consumed Wednesdays.

Teachers come and teachers go.
But Bart remains forever.

Could the recent deluge from the
Lab. have been an experiment to test

Time passeth pleasantly in Latin III
for some,

French II pupils catching tip on their
sleep during the oral topics.

Some pupils are getting a good re-
view of Plane Geometry in second
period study.

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17

SCHOOL NOTES

On Tuesday, Sept. 18. Pruella
Reynolds, our former vice-president
brought the first meeting to order. As
it was necessary to have new officers
the class immediately chose the fol-
lowing :

President William Leslie

Vice-President Pruella Reynolds

Treasurer Forrest Paradise

Secretary Mary O'Neill

Miss Belcher, our former class ad-
visor, was again chosen to serve in
this capacity.

On Monday, Sept. 24th. President
Leslie called a meeting — the second
of the year to order. The all impor-
tant subject — class dues was the main
topic of discussion while the annual
play served as the other.

It was finally decided with a vast
majority, that $1.00 would serve as
our class fee.

A play committee was formed to
help Miss Belcher in selecting a suita-
ble play. The members of this chosen
committee was: Forrest Paradise,
George Calum, Evelyn Solomon, Ruth
Quinn.

The matter of class flowers was also
discussed. Since our class colors are
orchid and silver, we decided to have
the orchid sweet pea as our class
flower. We decided, too, to let the
matter of class bouquet wait until
later in the year.

On Friday, Sept. 28, President Les-
lie called the class together for the
third meeting of the year. Since it
was an informal meeting all parlia-
mentary preliminaries were omitted.
The “Play Committee” gave its report
on “Romantic Age”. “Green Stocking,”
“Full House . 9 As we could come come
to no decision as to a choice in any
one of these, we left the matter in
Miss Belcher’s hands to look over a
few other plays.

Monday, October 8th, Leslie called
the Seniors to order. The most impor-
tant business to be transacted being
the all important subject. Senior Play.
The vote was close between “Green
Stockings” and “Romantic Age” — the
final vote being 21 — 20 in favor of the
former.

Class of 1930

The first meeting of the Junior
Class was held September 18, 1928.
Nomination of Class Officers and the
election of Class Advisor took place.
The officers are as follows:

William Knox President

Abraham Blake . Vice-President
Alice Blake Secretary

Arlene Gay Treasurer

Miss Hapgood Class Advisor

It was voted that the class dues be
paid as one found it convenient. A
ring committe was appointed which
consisted of the class officers and
Helen Yaras.

Class of 1931

The class of 1931 held its first meet-
ing Sept. 24th. The following officers
were elected:

Warren Stearns President

Charlotte Sousa Vice-President

Florence Morrill Treasurer

Elsie Williams . . Secretary

Miss Tutein Class Advisor

The second meeting was held Octo-
ber 5th, and plans for the Hallowe'en
Party were discussed.

The following committees were ap-
pointed :

Refreshment Committee: Dorothy
Richardson, Chairman, L. Akerman, E.
Williams, C. Sousa, E. Grady, R. Oli-
ver, R. Morris, S. Tannennbaum.

Entertainment Committee: Victoria
Gardner, Chairman, C. Frost.

Decoration Committe: L. Akerman,
Chairman, C. Sousa, M. Greene, D.
Sutcliffe, I). Butterfield.

Music Committee: Henry Collins,
Chairman, W. Stearns, R. Oliver.

Clean-Up Committee: William Har-

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ris. Chairman, R. Morris. S. Stowers,
H. Lent.

Fudge Committee: C. Sousa, Chair-
man, M. Brown. R. W illiams.

Punch Committee: Duncan Butter-
field. Chairman. M. Brown.

The Hallowe’en party was decided
to he held Thursday evening at eight
o’clock. October 25th.

Class 1932

Mr. Locke called a meeting of the
Class, October 2. 1928. The object of
the meeting was to elect the class offi-
cers. The officers of the class are:
President. Robert Xardini : \ ice- Pres-
ident, Dorothy Carr; Secretary,
George Murray; Treasurer, Marie
O’Brien; Class Advisor, Miss Baker.

ATHLETIC NOTES

Howe High’s first football game was
played October 5th. with W ilmington
at Wilmington. It resulted in a victo-
ry for Howe, (2—0.) Paradise and
Trainor were the outstanding players
of the day.

October 12th. Howe was held to a
six all tie by Mitchell. There was a
very good attendance at this game.
'File outstanding player for Howe was
Balaski.

The first defeat of the season for
Howe High was received at the hands
of Johnson High of North Andover.
October 20th. A touchdown by John-
son in the first period was not made
up by Howe, but a placement kick by
Trainor at the last minute mellowed
the defeat. The -football team wel-
comed Albertini after a long absence.

Much interest was shown in the
mixed doubles tennis tournament held
this fall. The finals were held October
19th when Edith Williams and Abram
Collier played John Dale and Carol
Tyler. The winners were Dale and
Carol Tyler.

ALUMNI NEWS

The Alumni Department wishes to
congratulate those who were chosen
to comprise this year’s staff. It also
wants to extend to THE PORCH all
wishes for success that success which
the school magazine has been noted
for in past years. May this year prove
to be a better and bigger year for
THE TORCH than ever before.

The following is a brief summary of
what the members of the classes of
’2X-’27- and 2b are now doing:

Alumni 1928

Maurice Bouvier is employed in a
potato chip factory in Canada.

Maurice Ellis is attending Burdett
College in Boston.

Isabella Cooper, Anna Lenardson,
and Louise McElligott are going to
Kimball s in Lowell.

Charlotte Mahoney is a student at
the Lowell Normal School.

Alice Hosmer is attending Miss
Pierce’s Secretarial School in Boston.

Margaret Holmstead, Louise Lon-
ged and Althea Spaulding are training
in Tewksbury to be nurses.

Anna MacMillan is working in the
B. & M. office in Boston.

Mary O’Brien is attending Boston
University.

Helen Elder is at the “Manse” in
Virginia.

May Jones is a student at Abbott
Academy.

Roberta Green is working for Dr.
Stearns in Billerica Centre.

Alma Coleman is training in the
Chelsea Memorial Hospital.

Mitchell Balas has returned to the
Howe High School.

Evelyn Parkhurst is secretary for

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ex-mayor Webster of Somerville.

Emily MacAllister is attending For-
sythe Dental School.

Edward Bourque is working in a
shoe factory in Lowell.

William Luscomb is working at a
filling station in Everett.

Paul Devon Smith is a Harvard Man.

Doris Kenney, training for nurse.

Annie Lenardson. Kimball.

Marie Lorangcr, Chalifoux Co.

Eva Parklnirst?

Edith Snell?

Marjorie Wescott?

Edward Bourque, Alton Ward Heel
Co.

Class of 1927

Ruth Greene, telephone operator.

Ella Ennis is employed at McCart-
ney’s, Lowell.

Louise Crosby is at the Lowell Nor-
mal.

Stanley Gonyca is working at the
Lowell Electric Light Corp.

Howard Batcheldor is attending
school in Texas.

Reginald Baker has returned to
Billerica after an enjoyable trip across
the country.

Pauline Drujetis is private secretary
for Dr. W ard of Billerica Centre.

Benjamin Currie, employed in A. Sc
P.. Billerica.

Class of 1926

Nathaniel Jones and (.Jordon Bar-
rington are sophomores at Dart-
mouth.

Jeannette Loring is attending Art
School in Boston.

Mason Bailey and Thomas Sadler
are attending Lowell Textile School.

Marjorie Ellis is a Junior at Wheat-
on.

Eleanore W ain is teaching in the
Talbot School. North Billerica.

Doris Goodwin is training to be a
nurse.

JUNIOR HIGH

THE CONCORD RIVER

Have you ever taken a ride on the
Concord River in a mortor-boat ?
Main people do not know the beauty
of the Concord River. People in Bil-
lerica. Bedford. Carlisle, and other
towns on the river have not vet learn-
ed its beauty, but ride miles to places
elsewhere, which often are inferior to
those in our own vicintiy

In the middle of August we started,
in a motor-boat for the town of Con-
cord. Along the way we saw many
interesting water-birds, among which
were several American bitterns. This
bird is brown with darker brown
stripes on his breast, and he has a
wing spread of three feet. The law
protects these beautiful birds at all
seasons.

We also saw a great blue heron,
much larger than the bittern, having
a wing spread of six feet. In size the
blue heron ranks next to the eagle. He
is a grayish-blue color, and is often
seen in the marshes. Blue herons
build their nests in tall trees along the
river banks and return to the same
nests every year. In late October they
migrate to the southern states.

On our way home, just at twilight,
as we were enjoying the sunset re-
flections in the water, we noticed
something against the scarlet sky — a
bird 1 Snow white! How beautiful!
As we looked he glided down upon the
marshes like an aeroplane, alighting
in the water — standing about three
feet tall — he reached down into the
water and drank, wholly uncoiicious
of our presence. 'This was the first
snow-white heron 1 had ever seen and
besides seeing a snow-white heron we
also saw many smaller birds; king-
fishers, sandpipers, and swallow.

Richard K. Morris, Gr. 8 — R 2

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T H K T O R C H

HALLOWE’EN NIGHT

One dark and spookey Hallowe’en night
I lay in my bed bv the dull moon’s light,
When 1 was about in slumber to go
I heard a noise which sounded like oh-b-h.
It was the most peculiar noise,

I thought it might be those trickey boys,
But no, they wouldn’t be as mean as tha\
To play a trick under their hat.

There it goes again oh-h-h-.

It makes me shiver and my head whirl
round

As I think of that very peculiar sound.

I’d forgotten it was Hallowe’en night
And the witches were out to give us a fright
So down to sleep I snuggled again
When what should I see at the foot of my
bed.

Oh! oh! I screamed and turned on the light.
But a figure in white as tall as Ned,

Only to find a very queer sight,

Do you blame me, readers, for raising cane.
When I found my brother at it again ?

Joan Alhertini. fir. 7

CAMPING WITHOUT A CLOCK

We had just arrived at camp. Sud-
denly realizing that I was very hun-
gry. I asked “What time is it?” No
one answered, hut Edna began to rum-
mage wildly about in the bag. At last
she asked. “Have you seen the clock?”
We had not. We all hunted and
hunted but at last gave tip. “How
shall we tell time?” I questioned.

“There are plenty of ways to tell
time that nature has given,” Miss
Kennedy said. We were at first puz-
zled but soon learned what she meant.

Every morning at six, a bass singer
among the frogs started croacking.
“'rime to get up! Time to get up!”
Every morning promptly at the given
signal we got up, dressed, and took a
walk through the woods.

\t eight o’clock the katydids started
to sing, “Breakfast! Breakfast!”
This was the call we like to hear best
of all. After breafast we got water

down at the spring. We were allowed
to explore the woods when our tasks
were done. When the sun was exactly
in the zenith we had our dinner; at
three o’clock the “Bouncing Bets” be-
gan to close; at six in the afternoon
the “fried fern” curled up. At this
hour we ate our supper. At nine the
whip-poor-will started to sing, “ I ime
to go to bed.”

In this way we managed very nicely.
The next time we go to camp, we shall
know that a clock is not needed in our
outfit.

KAIL

In the woods are signs of winter.
Ballen leaves are brown and red.
Chestnuts on the ground are bursting.
And the lovely flowers are dead.

Birds no longer carol sweetly
In the birch trees by the stream.

High up in the sheltering pine tree
Startled bluejays scold and scream.

Milda Upley

THE WHIP - POOR - WILL

W av down by the old saw mill

Where the rushing stream goes by
One can hear the song of the W hip-
Poor-W ill

W hen the evening hours draw nigh.

Sweet is his song though melancholy
One would never think him jolly.
His plaintive note that soars into the
sky.

Is like a tender mother’s lullaby.

Era nee 1 i a M a 1 1 h e w s .

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T H E T O R C H

If you can t laugh at the jokes of
the age. then laugh at the age of the
jokes

Dumb Scholar :“( ireat Scott ! I for-
got who wrote Ivanhoe!”

Dumber Scholar: “1*11 tell you if you
tell me who the dickens wrote the
“Tale of two C ities”. .

Mr. Clark: “I don’t know if any of
you have ever had the opportunity to
feed chickens. I have.” ( In explaining
to chemistry class how ice forms on
water. )

I’naniinous from the rear “How old
were they?”

Mr. Clark “Ss>h. keep cjtiiet . don’t
give me away.”

Man to Hud in drug store: “Please
give me some Dinger-Ale.”

Hud: “Pale?”

Customer: “Xo a glass will do.”

Mrs. Simpson: “Who's the smallest
man in the world?”

Shalloo: “The Roman soldier who
went to sleep on his watch.”

Fermovle: “Mary Ann lived in a
place where men are men.”

Miss O’Sullivan: “Hut Ah
Fermovle. what are women?”

Farmer in the dell.

Farmer in the dell.

Passed a phony bank note.

Now he’s in a cell.

Teacher: Tommy, why do you spell
“Bank” with such a large “B”?

Tommy: Cause pa said that a bank

was no good unless it had a large cap-
ital.

“You can’t eat your cake,”

They say. “and have it too.”

And since I took an ocean trip
I believe the saying’s true.

( )ld sailor: “Hit of a swell today.”

Seaside visitor: “Oh that’s nothing,
you ought to see me on Sundays.”

Life saver : How much can you
carry ?

Would-be man : Two hundred
pounds.

Life saver: What would you do if
you saw a woman drowning that
weighed 400 pounds?

Wouldrbe man: Make two trips.

Dumb Dora: I know a girl that plays
the piano by ear.

Drug store cowboy (guess who):
That’s nothing. I know a guy that fid-
dles with his whiskers.

Mr. Clark: The denser the medium
through which it travels the better
sound travels. Do you understand.
McOinness ?

McGinness: Is that why you can
hear so much better than I can ?

Mrs. Sampson: Where was Wash-
ington at this time?

Nat Newman: (Quoting) In the
right place at the right time.

Miss Precious: Illustrate the differ-
ence between “lay” and “lie”.

Leslie: A hen lays an egg. and it lies
there.

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